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Show THE CITIZEN 12 iiiiiiiiiiiHuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii? old soul, mopping her plain face with TO MOSCOW. By Clare Sheridan. New York: Boni & Live- - MAYFAIR that the politician may be companionable if only one avoids the subject of politics. With this proviso she enjoys talking with Mr. Lloyd George, and she even finds that Trotzky is very cultured and likable so long as there is no reference to revolutions. These restrictions must somewhat limit ones conversational facilities but then there are drawbacks to everything. Mrs. Sheridans artistic contact with revolutionary Russia began in London. Her husband was killed in the war only six days after she had become a mother, and so the world took a new aspect for her and she turned her steps in the direction of sculpture. She was introduced to Kamenev, the associate of Krassin, Bolshevist emissaries to England, and arranged with him for sittings, and perhaps it is worthy of note that most of these Bolsheivist magnates showed a willingnessr-t- o use no stronger term that their features should be immortalized by the art of the sculptor. Kamonev arrived nearly punctually at a. m. for an hour, but he stayed till 1 oclock, and we talked the whole three hours, almost without stopping. I dont know how I managed to work and talk so much. My mind was really more focused on the discussion, and the work was done subconsciously. At all events when the three hours were ended, I had produced a likeness. There is very little modeling in his face; it is a perfect oval, and his nose is straight with the line of his forehead, but slightly turns up at the end, which is a pity. It is difficult to make him look serious, as he smiles all the time. Even when his mouth is severe his eyes laugh. My Victory was unveiled when he arrived, and he noticed it at once. I told him it represented the Victory of the Allies, and he exclaimed: But, no! It is the Victory of all the ages. . . . What What exhauspain! What suffering! tion! . . lie then added that It was the best bit of peace . propaganda hed 10 seen. Mrs. Sheridan accompanied Kamenev to Russia and relied upon his good offices to secure sittings from Lenin. The message announcing her arrival reached Lenin in the middle of a Soviet conference and aroused a good deal of amusement, but Lenin said that as she had come so far there was nothing for it but to accede to her wishes. One of her first experiences was of a meeting in one of the the- atres in order to hear an address from Kamenev on his mission to England: After a while Mr. Vnnderlip and I were moved to the stage box. This, too, was full, but not of the same kind of people. Anyway, It was nearer, and one got a better view. Clara Petkin, the German Socialist, was speaking, spitting forth venom ns it sounded. The German language is not beautiful and the ferocious .a large handkerchief, was not Aspiring. It sounded very hysterical and I only understood an outline of wliat she' was saying. Then Trotzky got up, and translated her speech into Ilussian. He Interested me very much. lie is a man with a slim, good figure, splendid fighting countenance, and his whole personality is full of force. I looked forward immensely to doing his head. There is something that ought to lend itself to a fine piece of work. The overcrowded house was as still as if it were empty. They were attentive and concentrated. right. Mrs. Clare Sheridan tells us could to help in the arrangement things and even offered to move., mammoth table if the light wag that I had another cousin who was a Sinn Feiner. He laughed, and said that must bo a' cheerful party when you three get together. I suppose it would be cheerful, but we have never all three been together! During these four hours he never smoked, and he never, even drank a cup of tea. I have never worked so long on end before, and at 3:45 I could hold out no longer. I was blind with weariness and He promised hunger, and said good-by- .. to sit on the revolving stand tomorrow. it, and hastily informed him mini Mrs. Sheridan received her summons to the Kremlin on October ,7th. She entered by a special door guarded by a sentry, and then through other i doors and passages, all similarly pro- tected: , . right: The light fro mthe two window irtainly very bad, but although he Move anything and do just whuiet there was nothing one col you like radd that would help. The room, would have made a beautiful loomed large and dark. There were h whtie columns which got In my way hampered the light. My heart sank the difficulties of the situation, i at my man, who was bending down writ ing at his desk. It was impossible to his face. I looked at him and then at clay in despair. Then I went and knd in front of the writing table opposite hi with my chin on his papers. He up from his writing and stared back,, perfectly steady, unabashed stare. look was a solemn analytical one; p. Imps mine was too.- After a few second, realizing the absurditjr of our attitude I had to laugh, and said, I hope youdon'mind being looked at I dont mind; lie said, I have my revanche in lonkiig at you, and it is I who gain. lie then ordered a fire to be lit becaut lie thought it was cold for me. It was nr cold, it was overheated, but tbe sound an: sight of the fire was nice. A matron; peasant woman with a handkerchief round her head came and lit it. lie ai he liked her because she walked softy and had a musical voice. Curious tin he should admire in another wliat is characteristic of himself; his voice is, usually melodious. lHtL If all goes well, I think I ought to be able tq .finish him. I do hope it is good; I think it looks more like him than .any of the busts I have yet seen. lie has a curious Slav face, and how ill he looks. . Mrs. Sheridan watched Lenins face during a conversation with, a stranger. Never did she see such varied expres- sions or such rapid changes: - After that Lenin consented (o sit on llie revolving stand. It seemed to amuse him very much. He said he never .had sat so . - high. When I kneeled down to look at t lie planes from below, his face adopted an expression of surprise and embarrass. I ; Lenin was sitting at his desk. lie rose nnd came across the room to greet me. lie has a genial manner and a kindly smile which puts one instantly at ease. He said he had heard of me from Kamenev. I apologized for having to bother him. He laughed and explained that the last sculptor had occupied his room for weeks, and that he got' so bored with it that he had sworn it should never Happen again. lie asked hov long I needed, and offered me today and tomorrow from, 11 till 4, nr three or four evenings, if I could work by electric light. When I told him I worked quickly and should probably not require so much, he said laughingly that he was pleased. My stand and things were then brought into the room by three soldiers, and I established myself on his left. It was hard work, for he was lower than the ciay and did not revolve, nor did he keep still. But the room was so peaceful and lie on t lie whole, took so little notice of me that I worked with great calm till 3:45 without stopping for rest or food. During that time he had hut one interview, but the telephone was of great assistance to me. When the low buzz, accompanied h.v the lighting up of a small electric bulb signified a telephone call, his face lost the dullness of repose and became animated and interesting. Tie gesticulated to tbe telephone as though it understood. Mrs. Sheridan asked Lenin why he had so many women secretaries and he said that all the men were at the war. He told her that the position regarding Poland was very grave and he was much concerned about Wrangel. He had read part of Wells' Joan and Peter, but had not finished it probably bored to death: He nsked me if I had had nny trouble in getting through to his room, and I explained that Borodin had accompanied me. I then bad the face to suggest that Borodin, being an extremely intelligent man. who ran speak good English, would make a good ambassador to England when there Is peace. Lenin looked at me with the most amused expression. His eyes seemed to see right through me. He then That would please Monsieur said: ? I nsked if Churchill! wouldnt it Winston was the most hated Englishman. He shrugged his shoulders and then added something about Churchill being the man with nil the force of the capitalists behind hlin. We argued about tliat, but bn did not want to hear my opinion, his He talked own being quite unshakable. about Winston being my eousln. T said l. rather apologetically that I could not help ; 8 ment. I laughed and asked, Are 3'ou unaccustomed to tills attitude in woman? At that moment a secretary camd in, ami I can not think why they both WeVe so amused. They talked rapid Russian together, and laughed a good.. deal. When the secretary had gone lie became serious and asked me a few questions. Did I work hard in Loudon? I said it was my life. How t many licjurt a day ? An 'average of seven. He made no com- ment on' this) but seemed 'to satisfy him. Until then I had the feeling that although he was charming to me, he looked upon me a little resentfullj as a bourgeoisie. I believe' he' alwaj's asks people, if he does not know them, about their work and their origin, and makes up his tie,; - On one occasion Mrs. Sheridan by a punctured tire while c her way to Trotzkys office and & had to make her excuses: I arrived at Trotzkys at 7:30. TTe M ed at me and then at the clock. I n So IhaU plained w'liat had happened. the reason of your inexactitude, lie m An inexactitude which could not in it mind about' them accordingly. I showed him photographs of some of my busts and also of Victory. lie was emphatic in not liking the "Victory, his point being that I had made it too beautiful. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIM Lenin was quite willing to talk. He m had a strong dislike for Winston Churchill, why had- compared- the Rus-- sian army with an army of fleas:.. - - VI Presently he said to me: Wliat does your husband think of your coming, to, THIS IS BUTTER at its bestnothing more nothing less. It insures the housewife against one chief daily concern. It comes to the table pure, sweet, wholesome, dependable. Purity guaranteed by pasteurization. Russia? I replied that m3' husband was killed in the war. In the capitalist imperialist war? I said: In France, 1115; what other war? Ah, that is true, he said.. had so many the imperialist, Wef havethe civil - war, and the war for wonderful spirit. We then discussed-the'- , of and patriotism with which England entered upon the war, in 11)14, and and he wanted me. to read Clarte" of Barluisse, in which that spirit and its development was so wonder-' r a . v .;; fully described. v j Then the telephone gave its damnable low buzzing. He looked down at his watch. He had promised me fifteen minutes on the' revolving stand and had given :me half an hour. He got down and. Vent to the. telephpne.i Jt.dld I had done all I could. 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